Beware the Slippery Slope

She grabbed her raincoat and took a chainsaw out of the back of the truck. This wasn’t the first time this happened and it probably wouldn’t be the last either. That didn’t mean she was looking forward to what she was about to do. She knew today probably wasn’t the day to be driving down that hill, but there was still the work from the day before to finish, and that meant driving down the steep incline. There hadn’t been anything she could do. She’d gotten the brakes checked the week before, but no matter how much she’d stomped on that pedal those tires wouldn’t stop. … More Beware the Slippery Slope

Running. Running…Running……and Goals.

For those of you following my Instagram, you may have noticed I’ve been posting more and more frequently about my progression where running is concerned. I’ve set a big, audacious goal. There’s no doubt in my mind that I can do it, but I also won’t necessarily share what that goal is, until after I’ve conquered it, or at least am a few milestones closer. … More Running. Running…Running……and Goals.

Early Mornings for Standing in Lines

It’s surprisingly quiet throughout the hall. A few murmurings here and there. College girls giggling under their masks. They look so young, it very well could be their first time. The line snakes along, around tables and between chairs. Someone rushes the door to the men’s bathroom, he probably drank too much coffee to wake before a normal alarm. … More Early Mornings for Standing in Lines

Writing Spaces

Some may say that the perfect writing space doesn’t exist. Thoughts of a crackling fire with warm lighting, a cozy blanket, and a hot cup of apple cider come to mind. Add in a log cabin out in the mountainous woods, and I’ve got it made. However, I live in Oklahoma, so if I needed those things I’d either a) only write about 4 months out of the year when it’s cold enough to justify lighting the fireplace, or b) lose a lot of weight by sweating profusely the other 8 months of the year! … More Writing Spaces

Halloween Birthdays

One thing we don’t have much of is time together. When combining Todd’s work hours with his commute, and most of my calls and zoom meetings being in the evenings, that leaves the weekends. As we all know those get packed with kids, other family members, church activities, and before you know it you’re passing ships in the night. So I decided that this year we would take the entire weekend, including our weekly date night and put off any household chores, yard work, etc. to watch movies together. Yes, I put off cleaning the house, so you know it’s serious! … More Halloween Birthdays

Something Spooky This Way Comes

Packing on layers of tights and black leggings she felt so bulky and awkward. There was the tiny undershirt and then the long sleeved shirt her mother also insisted that she wear. Then she put on the big black body, complete with tail and waited patiently for her mother to fasten all the snaps. Finally with a little pink nose, whiskers on her face, and ears on her head, the little girl was ready to head out into the cold. … More Something Spooky This Way Comes

Noticing What Matters

This post has been swirling in my head for months. Maybe I paid more attention because of the quarantine and businesses being closed. Maybe I paid more attention because I’m no longer at a job that literally takes over 70+ hours per week of my time. Maybe I paid more attention because I vowed to be more educated in what happens in the world than years past. Maybe I paid more attention simply because after eight years of my social media being dark I started an Instagram account. Regardless of the reason, the domino effects of George Floyd’s death in Minnesota put me into a hazy, dark, and twisted place. I can’t begin to fathom where it left so many others. … More Noticing What Matters

Five Items for Your Flight

Traveling by airplane isn’t anything that’s new to me. I’ve been flying by myself since I was five years old. To put that in perspective for you, that would have been 1990, pre 9/11 and all the airport security changes. I could take my full water bottle or apple juice from the car all the way through security. My parents could walk me to and from the gate. On occasion my mom was even allowed on the plane to buckle me in. Unless you were in First Class, there were never assigned seats. For some of you that just blew your mind. For me, I’m mulling over whether that’s my version of, ‘in my day we walked up hill both ways in the snow to school…’ Ha! … More Five Items for Your Flight

Happy Anniversary

Once upon a time there was a little girl who loved to read. Bedtime stories of Four Fat Rats and hungry caterpillars with their beautiful photographs were enough of a bribe to welcome bedtime. Pillow forts and castles in the sky always included her little box of books with lions and wardrobes, a mouse and a motorcycle. As she started getting bigger, Indians came alive inside of cupboards and small human-like creatures lived in places with mystical names like “The Shire.” … More Happy Anniversary

Springtime for Oklahoma

When I decided to finally put down some roots, at least a few for now, and buy a house, even despite all it’s crazy weather, I started my search pretty close to my hometown. This however, meant I needed to make sure I left enough money aside after the purchase of my home to put in a storm shelter if the house I chose didn’t already have one. You may be thinking, ‘why don’t you go down to the basement like in the movie Twister?’ Well Joe, because that’s a movie and our houses don’t have basements here. … More Springtime for Oklahoma